We got back to our never-ever-finish base. Same old half-built walls, random piles of bones, one lopsided tower, and Spike o' Sensei wobbling by the front like a true guardian cactus. The big guy gave me a proud little salute. I saluted back.
"GRUAAH! GRUAAH!"
(Translation: 'Yo, cactus bro!')
The others gathered around as Shawlong, still rubbing his temples like dealing with us took years off his life, started explaining what happened at Baraggan's place.
"…And then Baraggan called him his heir," Shawlong said, pointing a thumb at me.
I flexed. Stood tall. Real tall. Six meters of pure idiot.
"GURAAAH!!"
(Translation: 'Damn right I'm the heir!')
Grimmjow scoffed and crossed his arms. "Tch. You believe that, Shawlong? Baraggan's a selfish old fossil. No way he wants an heir. Especially not that thing."
I looked at Grimmjow, gave a double-armed wave, then smacked myself in the face on accident.
+8000 EP. Worth it.
Shawlong sighed, "Of course I don't believe it. Baraggan's not the type. He's the kind who wants to rule Hueco Mundo forever. If he says he wants an heir, it's because he wants a tool, or some poor fool to clean up his mess."
I scratched my head. Honestly? Didn't care. If being Baraggan's 'heir' meant more chaos, dumb stuff to do, and free EP for existing, sign me up.
"GRRAAAAH!!"
(Translation: 'I'll take it!')
Grimmjow snorted. "Idiot."
Spike o' Sensei wobbled approvingly.
The unfinished base looked worse than before. A tower half-collapsed where Di Roy probably headbutted it earlier. Edrad was asleep inside a pile of rocks, Nakeem chewing on a stick like a confused dog.
Shawlong facepalmed. "This is why nothing gets done."
I picked up a stick and stuck it up my nose.
+10,000 EP.
Totally worth it.
Shawlong pointed at me again, "See? This! This is what happens!"
I grinned.
Current EP: 4,242,090 / 100,000,000